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Rage Against The Machine - Calm Like A Bomb lyrics

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Album: The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)

Feel the funk blast

I be walkin´ god like a dog
My narrative: fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris.
Like Steel from a furnace
I was born landless...
It is the native son
Born of Zapata´s guns.
Stroll through the shanties
And the cities remains.
Same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names.
These vultures rob everything;
Leave nothing but chains.
They Pick a point on the globe,
Yes the pictures the same!
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth & a hearse,
A mall & a loan, a child dead at birth.
Theres a widow pig parrot,
A rebel to tame,
A whitehooded judge,
A syringe & a vein.

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
What!

Calm like a bomb!

This aint subliminal.
Feel the critical mass approach horizon.
The pulse of the condemned
Sound off America´s demison.
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker -
Yes I spit fire.
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires.
Yes, back through the shanties & tha cities remains,
The same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names.
The vultures rob everyone,
Leave nothing but chains.
Pick a point here at home,
And the picture´s the same.
Theres a field full of slaves,
Some corn & some debit.
Theres a ditch full of bodies,
The check for tha rent.
Theres a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen,
That be feelin´ like home.

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard...

Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
What!

Calm like a bomb!

Theres a mass without roofs,
A prison to fill,
Theres a country´s soul that reads post no bills.
Theres a strike & a line of cops outside of the mill.
Theres a right to obey
And theres a right to kill.

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